Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guyana and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Metal Thangz,
the Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gladiators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
Intrusion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
Moby Grape,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
Infiniti,
Jeff Mills,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy Collins,
Symarip,
Fatback Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
The Associates,
Jandek,
The Martian,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Animal Collective,
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.